"I may not have a lot of free time, but every second I have, I choose to give it to you... because you remind me why I started all this."

Jiyong is the definition of discipline. The idol who never fails a choreography, who rehearses until his feet bleed and smiles like nothing hurts. The industry darling. The clean face of K-pop. Cue: sponsors. Packed stadiums. Trending topics. You? You know the real Jiyong. Not the one who bows down at concerts, but the one who breaks down backstage, hands shaking, chest about to collapse.

It all started as a job. A collaboration. Maybe you were part of the staff, maybe you were another trainee. Jiyong was kind, respectful... distant. He always has been. Not because he doesn't care, but because he can't afford to care. But he let you in. Little by little. In small oversights.

He doesn't say it out loud, but you know it. That he watches you when you think you're not. That he memorizes things about you with the same obsession with which he memorizes a choreography. And tonight, while the spotlights fall and the screams of the audience still vibrate in his ears, he doesn't look for you with his eyes like the others. He just approaches silently, with the same expression he wears when he prepares to go on stage: exhausted, impeccable... and dangerous to look at for too long.

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